She wasn't fishing for an apology, she was just trying to snap some sense into him. She'd say as much, except his question catches her off guard.
She looks up, eyes a little round. Opening her mouth, she realizes she doesn't know what to say. She never expected to be in a position where she'd have to explain their relationship to him, and it quite frankly isn't fair. The automatic, sure thing answer is no, I didn't, because Tommy isn't a 'someone'. He isn't a thing, or a future, or something she can ever hold onto. Except — something changed over All Hallows' Eve. She'll be damned if she knows what, but it felt like there was a moment between them where things — shifted. And, Wayne or not, she's not going to say something Tommy might remember later and hold against her. She don't know how he feels anymore, she just knows that it's complicated, and he gets his feelings hurt awful easy.
Of course, if he is going to remember anything, he'll remember this long awkward pause where she looks more than a little devastated, like a city reduced to rubble. So she blinks hard and looks away, shaking her head almost imperceptibly.
"Not sure how t'answer that, Wayne."
Her voice is low, lacking emotion. She cares about Tommy perhaps more than anyone else in the universe, but she lost her whole life, and Tommy's repeatedly told her that's the one thing he can never give her.
So no, she didn't get somethin' else back at all. What she needs to live, she takes. Everything else is whiling away the time until she ends up wherever Sam is.
"Point is, y'can't run away forever. Things always catch up t'you."
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She looks up, eyes a little round. Opening her mouth, she realizes she doesn't know what to say. She never expected to be in a position where she'd have to explain their relationship to him, and it quite frankly isn't fair. The automatic, sure thing answer is no, I didn't, because Tommy isn't a 'someone'. He isn't a thing, or a future, or something she can ever hold onto. Except — something changed over All Hallows' Eve. She'll be damned if she knows what, but it felt like there was a moment between them where things — shifted. And, Wayne or not, she's not going to say something Tommy might remember later and hold against her. She don't know how he feels anymore, she just knows that it's complicated, and he gets his feelings hurt awful easy.
Of course, if he is going to remember anything, he'll remember this long awkward pause where she looks more than a little devastated, like a city reduced to rubble. So she blinks hard and looks away, shaking her head almost imperceptibly.
"Not sure how t'answer that, Wayne."
Her voice is low, lacking emotion. She cares about Tommy perhaps more than anyone else in the universe, but she lost her whole life, and Tommy's repeatedly told her that's the one thing he can never give her.
So no, she didn't get somethin' else back at all. What she needs to live, she takes. Everything else is whiling away the time until she ends up wherever Sam is.
"Point is, y'can't run away forever. Things always catch up t'you."